It was early May, I think a moment of lilac or dogwood when so many promises are made it hardly matters if a few are bro… My mother and father still hovered

We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’€”but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon

Some say it was a pear Eve ate. Why else the shape of the womb,

1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air

Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal

Perhaps the purpose of leaves is t… the verticality of trees which we… as if for the first time: row afte… yearning upwards. And since we wil… ourselves for so long, let us now…

Finding a new poet is like finding a new wildflower out in the woods. You don’t see its name in the flower books, and nobody you tell believes

January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,

I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world

When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away

I am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever

We think of hidden in a white dres… among the folded linens and sachet… of well-kept cupboards, or just ou… sending jellies and notes with no… to all the wondering Amherst neigh…

When they taught me that what matt… was not the strict iambic line goo… over the page but the variations in that line and the tension produ… on the ear by the surprise of diff…